So let me tell you what’s not fun. Getting woken up at 4:45 in the morning by your alarm going off. No, not your alarm clock. Your security alarm. The really loud one. The one that usually means someone has broken into your house and wants to kill you. Okay, or the one that means you turned off the circuit to its power and the battery died at 4:45 a.m. But still. No fun.

Speaking of no fun, I think I might try the South Beach Diet after my birthday. Anyone tried it? I am disgusting. Desperate times, desperate measures, that sort of thing. I’d go to the gym after work to start working on it, but after my 4:45 a.m. wakeup call, I don’t think I’m feeling up to it. So tomorrow. For real.

Didn’t do much yesterday, except watch George pull out our old dishwasher. (Hence the turning off of the circuit. Who would guess the dishwasher and security alarm would be on the same circuit? Not us.) That was very stimulating, let me tell you. I think the most fun part was picking up a bag of homemade tamales from my friend Terry’s house. Well, then we went to the pub, that was fun. I got to watch that SNL skit (see my last post) on a friend’s iPod.

I’m getting a new computer soon. Yay!

Am v tired. Not making sense. Must go.